SelfPub: Eternal, we

When I choose the is always to a great extent, they are relatively fortunate my direct ancestors and the unfortunate side, disappeared and no trace left, except the (free for me!) intuition is much better not to meddle. And we are not beautiful for nothing and it is no coincidence, and tears and torments millions of childless freaks and ugly people, not selected by anyone, not loved. The same about "smart", "successful", "good" everyone on the blood and suffering.

We favorites, unaware of the drafts.

Lose hell turns out to be a million times more offensive than the Paradise. In hell, all so clear, "our people" around... Rebellious, libertine - maybe then shook out the old to make haste to hell to reach. Real, deep, inhuman. And it has not appeared anywhere else. Indifferent emptiness from below as from above.

Not in the literature to give answers, here it is what it is. You just can't. This is only for science, art can't be... it should always just ask! And the definition of pornography please - which is not zadayutsya issues.

Art does not have any laws except those that we... no, not even that: but one law: Torquay should. Torquay and all! But how and what, never mind. In biology: to survive and to leave offspring, and as the carcass or effigy...

Ethics are only paradoxical answers.

Saw the water striders we have in the stream in the woods? Hanging above the clear water, looking at the stones on the bottom... time stopped... slowly, slowly rose the river to the rapids... suddenly leap, life, impulse, moment and again the Golden laziness, again wide water, slowly float the stones... that's what I have.

You know, love is... about how to learn a new language. Not much harder... not easier, of course. But in reality, and the method is the same: to be born and live his childhood, the new child, with this language, with this man. To become again a child.

Whatever it was then, is all we will be - will have been. Cannot be taken away. It's part of us already... that is us. Whatever.

Loved since childhood, were separated a great number of years, and all the time looking for each other. But in this world you cannot rely on the recognition of face, body and face are changed like clothes, like clouds, can not return and stopping is impossible, and to get to know someone (in both senses!) you have to live along, days, or years, but closely together and to finally confidently say: Yes. And here it converges, diverges, running, looking, rushing, touches, falls in love, sometimes in several, living with them or sending them to distant countries. But he doesn't know that he actually found her, Yes, she did, she had recognized him and waiting, well, when, when he knew it, but he still longs for; she tries this way and that, trying to be different, recalls what it was in childhood, lives with him now in several bodies, one leaves and comes back a completely different - and in fact, she's all that - and he loves it all, now loves, but still dreams about that not know her-them, vimas night and delightedly running in circles day and fears like "they" were not jealous of each other, that's silly.

Why sex miracle: because the confirmation and justification of all of you, with all the giblets. Yes, it's you, Yes you: I found you, chose you want to continue to give and to receive the gift of eternity. You are what I want to have a future.

Most importantly, what keeps the family sense of security, but this alone is not enough: there must be a sense that this security is not free and not an automatic that you will forgive all and for all Pat (although, of course, never kicked out). So, there must be confidence that you yourself will never do the things that you love will become less like a hand driver - a quiet confidence that he will never go into the oncoming lane, although this is enough for the slightest movement. Therefore, it is sometimes possible to prevent small VIH-VIH with a squeal of brakes, so my eyes opened and heart pounding. But if someone really breaks down and goes into the oncoming lane - urgently rush to move the road markings (or pretend that it is training, not seriously) that there was no sense of nepopravimoe and post-traumatic syndrome: "Yes, swerved, but not fatal, just be careful".

Right to forget and to forget is no less important than the right to know and learn and remember.

The most important as in life in General that sex remained a miracle for all its accessibility: to ask, to open, to earn and not to believe what he deserved, to be surprised as the first time.